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A life unsure (Free verse) by sliver For three and twenty years
He drank ambrosia,
Held that nectar by fear,
And choked on roses.
He drifted on fate
Looking for effect,
But he couldn't designate
Anything in retrospect.
His agility was found by chance.
In an act of restoration,
With a small sidelong glance
In the proper application.
He found Faith in Isolation,
Only a couple years too late,
When he gave his registration,
It was just something to investigate.
A Formal inquisition,
Into the corridors of his world
When he looked into the sun,
His life had been unfurled.
Now his clothes were torn and rent,
And nothing was as pure;
As the time that he had spent
When he was still unsure.
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